Fooling Tang Hao

On that cold rainy night six years ago, my wife Ah Yin disappeared in my arms, and I could only kneel in the mud and scream in despair and unwillingness.

And at that time, tightly protected in my arms, that little ball of life was warm, fragile, and seemed to be shattered at the slightest touch.

For six years, he lived in a state of confusion, drinking heavily, and hiding in a remote corner of Holy Soul Village.

The sect was also humiliated and secluded because of him.

He once thought that this might be the end of his life, that he could only survive in the paralysis of alcohol and bottomless despair. That blood feud might only be suppressed in his heart for the rest of his life and never see the light of day.

And now--

Fu Shiyan sat opposite him and told him in the calmest tone that his and Ah Yin's son was only six years old and already Twin Martial Souls. Soul Power had reached an astonishing level twenty-four and had an unprecedented second ring of the millennium!

Every word was like a violent thunder tearing through the eternal night, striking one after another, opening a huge and blazing crack in the endless silence, coldness and despair that had settled in his heart for six years!

"Ha..."

A short, broken breath came out from Tang Hao's clenched teeth.

He lowered his head sharply.

His broad shoulders shook uncontrollably.

The hand that was holding on to the edge of the table to support the weight of the body, due to excessive exertion, made a teeth-searing "clucking" sound from the knuckles.

At this time, the hospital fell into a dead silence.

There was only the slight whine of the night wind blowing through the eaves, and Tang Hao's violent breathing that was suppressed but still as heavy as an old bellows.

Time flows slowly in silence.

I don't know how long it took.

Tang Hao's shoulders, which were shaking violently, finally gradually calmed down.

He raised his head slowly, bit by bit.

His eyes were red, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

But the strange thing is that the originally cold and lifeless eyes seemed to be lit up with a fire, and it became brighter and brighter.

He released his fingers that were almost embedded in the cracks of the stone table, took a half step back, and straightened his spine, which was always like a gun.

Then, he faced Fu Shiyan, clasped his fists, bent over, and then knelt down deeply.

When he straightened up again, the usual hardness on his face seemed to be covered by some more complex emotions.

He looked at Fu Shiyan with heavy eyes, and his voice was still hoarse, but he said extremely clearly, "Fu Shiyan."

"Xiao San This matter..."

"I, Tang Hao, owe you!"

He paused, his eyes were complicated, and he had mixed emotions of shame, joy, and gratitude, and continued, "I won't say any more nonsense."

"From now on, you will be my brother."

He continued with stern eyes, "If you have something to fight for or kill, and you need my hammer, just let me know."

He took a deep breath, which seemed to have sucked away all the years of gloom, and said solemnly, "From now on, you and I will be in harmony with each other, and there will be no need to talk about being inferior or inferior!"

"I call you Brother Fu."

"You, call me Brother Tang."

Fu Shiyan listened quietly, with still no emotion on his face.

He stood up, walked to Tang Hao, stretched out his hands, and firmly supported the opponent's arms that still maintained a fist-clasping posture with tight muscles. He suddenly changed his serious expression and said, "Brother Tang."

As these two words landed smoothly, Tang Hao used his big hands covered with thick calluses and scars to firmly hold Fu Shiyan's forearm.

He held it tightly and forcefully, as if he wanted to convey this brotherly recognition that needed no words through strength.

After a moment, he slowly let go of his hand.

The cold and hard lines on his face seemed to have softened slightly.

Then, the two sat down on the stone bench again.

Fu Shiyan used Soul Power to take a new pottery cup and fill him with water again.

Tang Hao did not hesitate this time, picked up the cup, raised his head and drank it all.

"Huh--"

He put down the cup and exhaled a long, deep breath.

It was as if the frustration and anger that had been accumulated in the chest for many years were completely let out with this breath.

He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Shiyan, his expression became solemn again, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Fu, there is something I have to tell you."

Fu Shiyan raised his eyes and motioned for him to continue.

"Spirit Hall won't let it go like this."

Tang Hao lowered his voice and continued, "Gui Mei failed this time. That woman Bibi Dong will definitely send more and more difficult people, and the search will only become stricter and more intensive."

"Heaven Dou City, it may not be absolutely safe."

Fu Shiyan nodded and replied calmly, "I understand. What are Brother Tang's plans for the future?"

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, a trace of helplessness and determination flashed in his eyes, and he whispered, "I can't see Xiao San."

"I am his father, but I am also a target."

"Spirit Hall has too much eyeliner and a good nose. Once you smell me and touch me, you will be hurt."

He looked at Fu Shiyan, with unreserved trust and trust in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao San, I will entrust him to you."

"I will find a remote and uninhabited place to hide near Heaven Dou City."

"Normally I won't get close, but if you encounter trouble that you can't solve, I'll be there in a moment."

Fu Shiyan pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and said, "That's fine."

He changed the topic and continued, "However, the communication between you and me needs to be more convenient."

As he spoke, he extended his palm.

On the palm of the hand, the blue-gold Soul Power flows softly and condenses quickly.

The light converged and turned into a thumb-sized, teardrop-shaped, emerald-green seed.

The surface of the seed is naturally engraved with extremely fine and complex lines, which are emitting a faint light at the moment.

"This is a 'Seed of Vegetation' that I condensed with my own Martial Soul Origin power."

Fu Shiyan handed the seed to Tang Hao and explained:

"Brother Tang, just carry it with you, there is no need to specifically activate it."

"As long as you are within a hundred miles, I can vaguely sense your location based on this."

"If there is an emergency, or you need to send a short message, just inject a trace of Soul Power into the seed, and I will be able to sense it."

Tang Hao took the moist and slightly warm seed, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

He didn't ask any more questions and directly put it into Storage Soul Tool solemnly.

"Okay."

A crisp word carries unreserved trust.

"One more thing."

Fu Shiyan's tone became serious and his body leaned forward slightly.

Tang Hao raised his eyes with questioning eyes.

"I heard that Brother Tang once broke into Slaughter City and successfully obtained the title of 'God of Slaughter', but is this true?" Fu Shiyan asked.

Tang Hao's eyes flashed, he nodded, and replied in a deep voice, "Not bad."

Fu Shiyan lowered his voice and said solemnly, "According to my family's secret ancient books, the deepest part of Slaughter City hides the secret realm of God of Rakshasa's inheritance."

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints!

His voice became extremely horrified, and he asked slowly, "...Rakshasa? Godhood!!"

"Exactly." Fu Shiyan faced his suddenly sharp gaze and continued:

"Brother Tang must have guessed that my identity is not that of the ordinary Soul Master family!"

"I am Young Master of the hidden family Beichen Fu Clan. I was ordered to join the world this time to practice for myself."

He paused, and his tone became extremely serious and said, "The second reason is because the family's ancient prophecy mentioned that if Rakshasa Inheritance appears in this world, the continent will surely fall into catastrophe and all life will be devastated."